The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a blindingly bright desert stretches out in every direction, dunes of silver sand heaped up like giant razor blades. The air is hot, dry, and tastes of copper, like someone's been soldering metal nearby... A cluster of boulders off to one side are slowly dissolving into thin air, their solid rock bodies somehow unraveling like thread pulled from a sweater. Meanwhile, a group of tiny, iridescent lizards are scrambling around the base of the dissolving boulders, completely oblivious to the impossible erosion happening right above them.